Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cris Streetz
Cris Streetz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Diaz
Christopher Diaz
Composer
Raphael Oliveira
Raphael Oliveira
Composer
Ronald Evan Wilson
Ronald Evan Wilson
Composer
Cris Streetz
Cris Streetz
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cris Streetz
Cris Streetz
Executive Producer
Dynasty Beats
Dynasty Beats
Mastering Engineer
Noc
Noc
Executive Producer
R.Will
R.Will
Producer

Lyrics

Lessons repeated till they learned Can't appreciate what you don't earn Cleaning out my closet each wood thats getting burned Issues go with em tranquility in return Crossed a couple bridges look back they in flames Cant blame it on my youth knew better was runnin game If that karma catch me Laugh it off I must deserve it Now the rooms empty Couple people left me deserted I been self reflecting Selfish living, barely a listen Self medicating anxiety have me trippin Jaded by life Others would die for this position They told you nothing easy You was dying not to listen Put it in perspective Wylin and living wreckless Credit bad no money saved Ben baller did my knecklace I ain't get the message Just some shallow hoes attention Fucked some good ones up Cant name em too much to mention If I did you wrong no excuses Been chasing these dreams girl they so elusive My feelings turned off so long I ain't use em Different women but checking on what my ex is doing Damn my mind fucked up Mental Illness real I need check up But feel normal when I run a check up Call my momma dawg I need a lecture Was in the slow lane until I sped up Only competition is that nigga in the mirror Depression have me hazy but gelato make it clearer Leave the streets alone What they yelling but they don't know This shit been my home No father this helped me grow So I never turn my back Trying to go from roaches & rats To earning plaques But the real way you measure your stats is impact So if I motivate on shit you can relate Or help you get through then homie I dig that That's real rap Signed up with the Kiss the real gon feel that P dropped like 5 whole albums he killed that Soaking up this game and jewels they give back Never bout a check all I needed was the tools And blueprint to follow I'm out here making moves Me & Noc built a sound Learned the ropes from poobs Always been a underdog Time to show and prove Yea it's Quan forever Wit the family know you good in heaven Day the strongest making music only love he spreading Could retaliate but now 2 boys to teach these lessons Made him more focused to go out and spread his message Know his pops still hurt yea I always got em Star made the fam even when I'm not around Em This Bronx shit we building unity it's most important Then corral the whole city til they can't ignore it Want me pumping breaks But I prefer to floor it Smoking on these pretty flowers yea my dawg florist Sent a barrel had to crack the lid Same streets my father ran around selling packs to live Damn it's like we seen it too fast growin up as kids But to us it's just another day on Kingsbridge
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